life happens…

The French festival, Le Festival, was on in my local capital city this past weekend. Again. When did it get to be bloody July again?

The festival is usually a lot of fun. I’m obviously not the only mad Francophile and Paris-tragic in South East Queensland. I know I am not alone in the world. I have a page on Facebook where I share this affliction with thousands of other people from all walks of life. Is there another city that warrants this kind of devotion? I don’t think so, but then I am biased.

I didn’t get there this weekend, life kept me busy. It’s been doing that a bit lately. I write every day but not as much as I’d like, because life. I also don’t exercise enough, or see my mum… We all set our priorities and this weekend I chose family over driving for two hours to sit with strangers wearing Breton shirts, drinking over-priced wine, while watching a vintage military society play with their muskets (not a euphamism.)

me and Mona back in the day…25 years ago when you could still get near her

I can’t believe it’s July already. My little niece will be two on Wednesday. Where did that time go? This time last year, after Bastille Day, I promised myself (and a handful of loyal Paris Lovers on my page,) that I would have a print version of my novel Hotel Deja Vu available before the French Festival, but still I plug away at it, finding errors, writing some characters out, rewriting a character to make her more of a villain. It’s a process and the time delay has more to do with the fact that I pressed publish on it before it was really ready. It’ll happen. Hopefully before next July.

I’ve been listening to another of Joanna Penn’s wonderful podcasts tonight as I did meal prep for the week. The latest features Andre Chaperon and it’s all about…marketing! It’s well worth a listen for anyone interested in independent publishing.

I’ve been considering ponying up and joining a committee. To be honest, I’ve been attending this group for over a year and I still can’t decide if I want to join let alone sit on the committee. I’m something of a commitment phobe when it comes to groups or even working full time. I like my freedom. This is probably because when I do commit to something I am in completely. I am super passionate about writing and I have just rearranged my saturday yoga commitment to fit in more writing-related activities. (Yes, the struggle is real!) The last committee I was on was headed by a…no, it had an overlord; she who must be obeyed. Needless to say I am a little gun-shy. My fear is that, as passionate as I am about writing, my own and others, I could turn into something of an evil-overlord.

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